3 years ago my wife and I were walking through downtown Boston after a nice dinner for my birthday. We don't drink so no alcohol involved on our end.
We walked by a group of hood rats (mix of white and black) who immediately targeted her because she was dressed well, feminine and of course, married (which triggers the hood rats).
After insulting her several times and us ignoring them, passing them and being about 20ft away, two of the hood rats (one white one black) came up from behind and pulled my wifes hair back so hard she could have smashed the back of her skull onto the pavement had her arm not been wrapped around mine.
After pulling my wife back up, I hit the one who did it with a right cross square on her jaw dropping her to the ground lights out and kicked the other ones ribs out. And I don't mean I kicked her to make her stop and think twice, I kicked her to inflict max pain. Now if you've never been hit in the ribs, then you don't understand that it can be life changing. I'll never forget the look in her eyes and the squealing and screeching. I'm sure to this day she is traumatised by what happened and that was the point. If I hadn't controlled myself I would have killed the one who pulled her hair.
That day was the day I let go of the mentality of not hitting street rat females just because they are females. Their friends didn't say a word and it got quiet very fast.
My wife and I walked over to our car and left. I've been a Muay Thai student for 17 years. Don't confuse me with yourself about what I would and wouldn't do.
3 years ago my wife and I were walking through downtown Boston after a nice dinner for my birthday. We don't drink so no alcohol involved on our end.
We walked by a group of hood rats (mix of white and black) who immediately targeted her because she was dressed well, feminine and of course, married (which triggers the hood rats).
After insulting her several times and us ignoring them, passing them and being about 20ft away, two of the hood rats (one white one black) came up from behind and pulled my wifes hair back so hard she could have smashed the back of her skull onto the pavement had her arm not been wrapped around mine.
After pulling my wife back up, I hit the one who did it with a right cross square on her jaw dropping her to the ground lights out and kicked the other ones ribs out. And I don't mean I kicked her to make her stop and think twice, I kicked her to inflict max pain. Now if you've never been hit in the ribs, then you don't understand that it can be life changing. I'll never forget the look in her eyes and the squealing and screeching. I'm sure to this day she is traumatised by what happened and that was the point.
That day was the day I let go of the mentality of not hitting street rat females just because they are females. Their friends didn't say a word and it got quiet very fast.
My wife and I walked over to our car and left. I've been a Muay Thai student for 17 years. Don't confuse me with yourself about what I would and wouldn't do.
3 years ago my wife and I were walking through downtown Boston after a nice dinner for my birthday. We don't drink so no alcohol involved on our end.
We walked by a group of hood rats (mix of white and black) who immediately targeted her because she was dressed well, feminine and of course, married (which triggers the hood rats).
After insulting her several times and us ignoring them, passing them and being about 20ft away, two of the hood rats (one white one black) came up from behind and pulled my wifes hair back so hard she could have smashed the back of her skull onto the pavement had her arm not been wrapped around mine.
After pulling my wife back up, I hit the one who did it with a right cross square on her jaw dropping her to the ground lights out and kicked the other ones ribs out.
That day was the day I let go of the mentality of not hitting street rat females just because they are females. Their friends didn't say a word and it got quiet very fast.
My wife and I walked over to our car and left. I've been a Muay Thai student for 17 years. Don't confuse me with yourself about what I would and wouldn't do.